"Ryan," Harwell said from the hallway, "Max is ready."
Max was standing next to his father by the opened door.
"Are you ready, champ?" Ryan asked.
Max nodded, unsure of his current status with his father. All he knew was he felt better. He bent over to pick up his backpack and carried it out of the office. Queasiness waved through his stomach. On the one hand, he could see the excitement on his father's face when he'd listened to the recording, but he was still worried about the victim. Either way, though, he knew he'd done the right thing, and he wasn't going to worry about it.
Max followed Ryan out into the hallway. His father had walked out of the office and was now conversing with two people he assumed worked for his father when he saw firearms on their hips.
"Thanks for stopping by, Maxie, and don't forget what I told you," Harwell said to him.
"I won't, Dad."